Money Roll Lyrics – Yung Tupperware
Singer: Yung Tupperware
Title: Money Roll
Six hundred on the dash, i got 12, they on my #ss
I paid 300 for the coupe, and y’all don’t think it’s very class
How my diamonds always sparkle, how my diamonds got that mass
I be smoking on this green, take that perc’, that combo’s gas
Took so much damn f#cking lean, now my vision’s f#cking blurred
I don’t pass the gas to losers, never gave it to a nerd
Eat them smarties like it’s fenty, pass it ’round at show-and-tell
And my teacher f#cking bickering
“b#tch what the f#ck that smell?”
Got new kicks, man i’m so f#cking white
I’m rolling up to the studio, they say them prods don’t bite
I made so much damn money and i’ma spend it all tonight
Catch a plane to yеat, oil him up
I see his #ss, it’s on sight
I paid 50 for the covеr, it’s gon’ take off like “poppin”
They gon’ play it in the clubs and they asses gon’ be dropping
I made so much f#cking money
30 hoes stay at my place not paying rent, that sh#t not funny
I know the real from the fake, i know my honey
If you ain’t dropping good sh#t, then you not my easter bunny
I make 30 bands a month, i spend 20 for the hoes
If my b#tch want that lv, i say “f#ck it, get the clothes”
I spend my nights at the club, oh f#ck my dick arose
My hoes be so mad, my life fall like dominoes
And then the storm is over, in turn i get the puss
I’ma slip-‘n-slide the p#ss# in the way that i don’t bust
She inform me that she trans, so i rearrange her guts
I’m a manwh#re for the cake, li’l b#tch show me your damn butts
Feel like yeat off this damn perc’, now i’m reusing them lines
If you try’na get the d, how i’m entitled to some fines
And we down at the club tasting all kinds of wines
We ask for the rose and we pop different kinds
Turning off the game, man i’m so f#cking white
I’m rolling up to the studio ready to ghostwrite
I made so much damn money and i’ma spend it all tonight
I’ma rent out a crib, lemme know if you wanna slide
I can make you wanna stay, girl you won’t regret my offer
It don’t gotta end tomorrow, we can go for even longer
Yeah
You not from here, b#tch you a foreigner
I make bands through all them nights, i’m a warrior
I make it heat, i sound so good, i’m a gas burner
I stole your b#tch, i stole your wife, i stole your other
I paid 50 for that cover, hope i make that money back
I’m addicted to them bottles, i’ma pour me up some jack
Hoes be on my dick, my dick is their own crack
Too tired to make bills, i’ma hit the g#dd#mn sack
Money, i make money
I make money, this sh#t ain’t funny
How all my racks turn into tonkas isn’t funny
How all my money doubles daily isn’t funny
Get ya money up, not ya funny up
I’m in the club and all them asses bottoms-up
House gon’ blow with the gas i’m cooking
Turn me up all night, my lyrics got you hooking
Walking out the house, got me feeling alright
Call be lebron the way i dunk and sip on cranberry sprite
I made so much damn money and i spent it all on codeine
I’ma make it all back, y’all gon’ never see me lose my green
You know the rich white boys do it the best
After all said and done, we’ll have made another night to forget
Money roll, that’s ’cause i’m on a streak
Finesse the bank to get these racks, not spilling my technique
This duo’s never gonna fall apart
Even in separation, we’re gonna climb to the top of the charts
We’re the bread winners, defending the title of the next ones up
Go get your #ss packing, watch that #ss i’m gon’ be smacking
As you walk out the residence ’cause we’re rich as f#ck
Melatonin
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